"That ghost town..."

Zen Master Lingyou seemed to have recalled something, "The origin of the ghost city may have been traced back thousands of years ago. It has a deep strength, with many demons and ghosts in it for hundreds of years. The king, Nightmare Dragon King, is the supreme ghost among ghosts who have been practicing at least two thousand years of Taoism. He has a magic trick that controls people's hearts. His strength is unfathomable..."

When Taoist Tian heard these words, he couldn't help but frown, and he felt extremely difficult in his heart. With his own strength, he might not be able to shake this huge ghost city at all.

But just as he was thinking about whether he wanted to go back to the master's sect and ask for help from his master and uncle, the voice of Zen Master Lingyou rang out in his ears again.

He seemed to sigh deeply, "But now, you don't go to inquire about the ghost town..."

"Why?" Taoist priest Tian couldn't help but open his eyes wide and asked in confusion, "Does he have indulged the ghost king to harm the innocent people in the world?"

If he hadn't known that this Zen Master Lingyou was definitely not the kind of evil person who could shelter ghosts, he would almost doubt the other party's true intentions.

"Because the Ghost King can no longer come out to harm the world..."

Zen Master Lingyou's hunched body slowly turned around to face him, and his true face was also revealed in front of Taoist Master Tian. However, this glance made him frightened and stunned!

I saw that this living Buddha, who was famous all over the world, had no normal appearance as a living person. His whole body was almost skinny and boneless, and there was no blood. His cheeks were deeply sunken. His face seemed to be wrinkled and drooped like a rag, making his whole face look less like a monk, but more like the body of an old man walking on a rotten wood.

What's even more terrifying is that several layers of spider webs have formed on his body, his eyes and mouth are tightly closed, and they have not opened for a long time, as if he has lost his life, but Zen Master Lingyou's voice is still ringing in his ears, making his hair stand up!

"I've been talking to this zombie just now?"

If he hadn't known that this living Buddha could not become a zombie, he almost planned to take out the peach wood sword to kill the demons and eliminate demons!

And the voice still rang in the empty hall, "In that battle of confrontation, I finally gave the Ghost King a fatal blow with my lifelong Buddhist teachings and even this insignificant life. I believe that the Nightmare Dragon King will not be able to live in the world for a long time, and will never be able to harm the world!"

"If I hadn't had an unfulfilled wish in my heart, I'm afraid I'd have passed away like those disciples who died at that time. After all, I'd been surviving until now, waiting for a destined person..."

"Zen Master!"

After hearing this, Taoist Tian no longer had the original surprise, but was filled with shock and respect!

Although Zen Master Lingyou said it was simple and casual at this moment, there were definitely a lot of hardships and tortures in it!

The disciples under him almost died in the great cause of eliminating demons and defending the way. They were the ones who had the most hope to become the true Buddha. Now they are willing to give up the goals that countless monks who have almost hit the door and have exhausted their lives to pursue, voluntarily sacrifice themselves to subdue demons, and contribute great merit to the world!

This is probably the fearless spirit of "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell" in Buddhism...

Although the two pursued different paths, it did not prevent him from respecting this true senior!

However, if the Nightmare Dragon King in his mouth was really dead, then the ghost city should be full of dragons without heads. Why did there be no trace of it judging from the previous encounters?

However, before there was enough time to think about these questions, Zen Master Lingyou continued to say, "I have not had much time now, and I still have a wish in my heart. I am afraid I still have to worry about the donor..."

Taoist Master Tian did not respond immediately, but asked cautiously, "Zen Master, please say, if it is within the capacity of the Tao, it is definitely unavoidable."

Zen Master Lingyou did not care about his little thoughts, but just sighed, "I had five closed disciples under my seat, and I personally taught Mahayana Buddhism. However, their own ideas were different, and the Buddhist teachings they realized were also different in the end. The youngest disciple had the most different ideas from me. Every time I argued with me, I had a deeper understanding, and my future was probably limitless. Unfortunately, in order to prove my own Buddhist teachings, he finally left this Miyin Temple and went elsewhere."

"Now the four disciples have reached their limits because of their lack of understanding or have sacrificed their lives to wipe out the demons. There is no suitable disciple in the Seiyin Temple to take over my robe and bowl, so they want to ask the donor to pass on several treasures to the fifth disciple for me."

After saying that, a pot with golden light slowly rose from the hands of the Buddha statue behind him, flew to Taoist priest Tian and stopped.

"This thing was once a treasure in the hands of the Buddha, and it could bring thousands of demons into it. Those who are not great masters cannot escape. I hope that the child can use it well..."

Taoist Tian reached out to take the pot and took it in his hand and looked it in his hand. He found that since it fell into his hand, the golden light had dissipated. It seemed as if it was just a pot for a monk to beg for alms, which made him a little stunned.

"It seems that you have to be proficient in Buddhism before you can use it. No wonder he dares to give it to himself so generously." Taoist Tian suddenly realized.

But Zen Master Lingyou said something immediately, and the profound meaning was remembered in his heart.

"There is another sentence that the donor needs to convey to the stubborn disciple. As long as you stick to the Dharma, the Buddha will always be in your heart and you will no longer have to pursue those false things..."

"What does this mean? Could it be that the Zen master's disciple has gone astray?" Taoist Tian thought about it in detail, but he couldn't figure it out.

If you can't think of it, you won't think about it anymore. Anyway, it's the monk's own business. He, a Taoist priest, cares about what he does, and then he remembers a question.

"I just don't know where that disciple of my senior is now? The world is so big, I'm afraid it's hard to find it for a while..."

Zen Master Lingyou replied, "The child is now in Lin'an City. If you go there, with the guidance of this treasure, you will definitely be able to meet him."

"Lin'an..." Taoist Majesty Tian thought about it for a while. It was a bit far away, but he had a senior brother who seemed to be in that area, so he might be able to do a favor.

Although there was no reward, he still agreed and was happy to be able to help this living Buddha who saves all living beings.

But just as he turned around and stepped out of the main hall gate, he was shocked to find that more than a dozen monks in gray robe were sitting on the ground at the door, closing their eyes and chanting scriptures in their mouths, as if they were a sign of something happening.

Taoist Tian was stunned and realized something. He suddenly looked back and found that a trace of golden light was slowly seeping out of the body of Zen Master Lingyou in the hall, as if it had begun to dissipate from the inside. Gradually, his feet, arms, and head turned into golden light and dissipated. In the end, only an unsupported robe on the ground was left slowly scattered on the ground, and a few spiritual golden relics could be clearly visible under the cover of the robe!
Chapter completed!